This is a song about "Guns blood money"

With my guns your get antiquated

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Then lost my faith again

Who's better? them never, lo sweaters

And my guns are directors

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?